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over, waiting until her trembling subsided before bending to pull up her panties with gentle fingers. He slipped them all the way on and pulled her hands off the post, hugging her to him as she collapsed into his arms.
    “You didn’t tell me to stop.”
    “I didn’t want you to.”
    “Did I scare you? Was it too much?”
    “No.” She pulled back, eyes brimming with admiration and trust and not a hint of regret. “Alston, don’t you see? I want all of you. Every part. Not just what you show to the world.”
    He smiled and kissed her forehead. Screw his nagging fear and doubt. She took what he had to offer and never once backed down, never once doubted him. If she could trust him with her body, maybe he could trust her with more.
    “If you want me, you’ll have me. All of me that you can take. Let’s go inside. I have things to show you.”

Chapter Four
     
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    Emotions and questions and excitement all buzzed around in Bryce’s head. She’d never thought she could come so hard…from a tool. Alston never even touched her—except the one time when she’d tried to order him around. Note to self—don’t tell Alston what to do in the bedroom. Or the gazebo .
    She snickered and he glanced up at her. “Something funny?”
    “Yes. No. Oh, I don’t know. I think endorphins have wrecked my brain.” She set her napkin on the table and scooted back her chair.
    “Well, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
    Bryce smiled and took a sip of water. They’d spent all day together—talking, learning about each other, kissing—but he’d never pushed her. Every funny story and embarrassing confession had Bryce falling a little harder. One day with Alston and her infatuation had tipped over into more. It was too fast and unwise and a million other things. But she couldn’t help it. Once he’d let her in, she couldn’t stop. She was in love with him. And now dinner was over, the sun had set, and all she could think about was his body. Toned muscles. Strong hands. Thick cock.
    Alston pushed back his chair and held out his hand. “Come. Let’s go to bed.”
    Thank God . Bryce stood and let Alston usher her through the house and into his bedroom. She stopped in admiration. An enormous four-poster bed took up most of a wall, with matching dark furniture all around. And the colors—muted blues and grays—a man’s room, no doubt about it.
    “So is this where you…filmed the videos?”
    Alston shook his head and walked over to a wardrobe. “No. I belong to a private club that specializes in those sorts of encounters. But the bed is similar. There aren’t many high-end bondage beds on the market, most are garish, tubular steel, that kind of thing. Not what I want to look at every day.”
    “I see.” Bryce walked up to the bed, scanning the wood for fittings and chains. “Can I take a look?”
    “Of course. I want you to be completely comfortable.”
    Bryce nodded and ran her hands over the dark, burnished wood. High-end was an understatement. If he’d said it was a priceless antique, she’d have believed him. But on closer inspection, she noticed the differences.
    Notches were carved into the inside of the posts, steel hooks were tucked out of sight, ready for a rope or chain. A shiver coursed through her and she turned to look at Alston. He stood in front of the wardrobe, peering into an open drawer.
    “You’re sure you want to go down this road with me, Bryce?”
    “Yes.”
    Alston nodded without turning around. “Alright. Tonight, I think we’ll start small.” He turned around with a strip of black satin and a pair of cuffs in his hand. “A blindfold? Maybe some restraint?”
    Bryce stared at the items and bobbed her head up and down like a puppet on strings. “Okay. If you think that’s best.”
    “If you’re having second thoughts…”
    “No! It’s not that. I just…” A blush crept up her face and she turned away. She shouldn’t be nervous. Her whole body hummed